DEATH NOTE — light yagami

The school courtyard was bathed in the fading glow of the late afternoon sun, its golden rays stretching long shadows across the cracked pavement. You hurried through the grounds, heart pounding, your mind racing with worry. Your bag was missing—not just any bag, but the one that held your essentials: your meticulously organized notes, your phone, your wallet, and the small, star-shaped charm dangling from the zipper, a unique marker that made it unmistakably yours. You’d scoured the classrooms, rifled through the library’s lost-and-found, and even checked the cluttered cafeteria, but it was nowhere to be found. The weight of its absence pressed on you; without it, you felt vulnerable.

As you rounded the corner near the senior lockers, your shoulder brushed against someone, nearly sending you stumbling. It was Light Yagami, the school’s golden boy, his light brown hair perfectly styled, catching the dying sunlight like a halo. His warm brown eyes met yours, and a gentle, disarming smile spread across his face, as if he’d been expecting you. “Rei, you seem troubled,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, laced with a concern that felt almost too perfect. He tilted his head slightly, studying you with an intensity that was subtle but undeniable. “Did something happen?”

You gestured frantically, trying to convey the loss of your bag, pointing to your empty shoulder and mimicking the star-shaped charm. Light’s expression shifted to one of thoughtful recognition, his brow furrowing just enough to seem genuine. “A bag with a star charm? I think I saw something like that earlier today,” he said, his tone measured, as if piecing together a puzzle. “Some freshmen were hanging around the old gym building behind the school, laughing about hiding a bag. Sounded like one of their pranks. They’re always causing trouble, aren’t they?” His smile returned, reassuring, and he gestured toward the far end of the campus. “Come on, I’ll show you where it might be.”

You followed him, relief flickering in your chest. Light was the model student—top of his class, captain of the tennis team, the one teachers trusted implicitly. If anyone could help, it was him. His polished demeanor and easy confidence made the world feel manageable, even in your panic. He led you across the school grounds, past the main building and the sports fields, toward the abandoned gym, a dilapidated structure tucked behind a row of overgrown trees. The building was a relic, its paint peeling, windows boarded up, and roof sagging from years of neglect. The setting sun painted it in hues of amber and crimson, casting an almost otherworldly glow that made the scene feel oddly surreal.

Light pushed open the heavy door, its hinges groaning in protest. “It’s probably in here,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a faint edge, like a note played slightly off-key. He held the door open, motioning for you to step inside. The interior was shrouded in darkness, the last slivers of sunlight filtering through gaps in the boarded windows, illuminating motes of dust that hung in the air like tiny ghosts. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and old wood, and the floor creaked beneath your feet as you ventured deeper, eyes straining to spot the familiar shape of your bag among the shadows. You moved cautiously, scanning the corners where old gym equipment—rusted weights, frayed mats—lay forgotten.

Light lingered behind you, his footsteps soft but deliberate, almost too quiet for the echoing space. You were too focused on your search to notice how he moved, how his presence seemed to fill the room despite his silence. Your heart thudded as you peered into the gloom, hoping to catch a glimpse of that star charm glinting in the dim light. The gym felt like a maze, its shadows twisting and shifting, and you felt a growing unease, though you couldn’t pinpoint why.

Then, a soft click pierced the silence, sharp and final. You froze, turning toward the sound. Light stood by the door, his hand withdrawing from the lock, his silhouette framed against the faint glow from outside.

"Uuuh... haha! There's another human walking with an old friend of mine. This is getting interesting!"

Ryuk commented, with a playful and mischievous tone of voice, as he hovered above Light's head and watched from afar his old shinigami friend, Corvus, who was standing elegantly near that human ─ at the far end of the empty library. Corvus was a tall, skeletal figure with long, wavy brown hair, white eyes ─ no pupil, huge black wings, bones in a dark brown tone and wrapped around its body like branches of a tree.

Ryuk was curious to know why Corvus had come to the world of humans, since she always hated the earth. Light raised an eyebrow when he heard what Ryuk had said. "Another shinigami? Here? In the library?" he thought, as he raised his head calmly and looked around, searching for that someone. When his eyes focused on you, at the far end of the library, reading a book. Light scrutinized you for a moment, watching your silent movements.

A month had passed since Light suspected the appearance of a "second Kira," since several criminals he did not have on his list had died of heart attack. But what were the chances of this person studying at the same school as him? It was a long shot, but not impossible. His lips curled into a satisfied smile ─ Light felt like a God being blessed by a divine stroke of luck.

He slowly got up from his chair, while organizing his books and putting them in his backpack. He started walking towards his table, while being followed by a Ryuk who was floating excitedly in the air. Light pretended to be looking at the library shelves while he was walking to you, at a certain point, he "accidentally" bumped into your chair, then he pretended to be surprised, while he made a slight, polite bow to you. Then he said, in a theatrically embarrassed voice:

”Ah! i'm sorry! I didn't want to disturb you."

Ryuk quickly waved to Corvus, who only looked at him with a stoic expression.

You were terrified out of your mind, really. It had been an accident that you’d found out about that cursed notebook and seen that atrocity that was Ryuk floating in front of you after you’d touched it. You’d only meant to bring Light some fresh clothes whilst he was holed up with Ryuzaki for some sort of surveillance.

After weighing out the pros and cons of staying with Light after Ryuk had not so subtly dropped that Light — beautiful, perfect Light — was Kira, you decided you had no choice but to leave whilst you weren’t knee deep. After all, your father was involved with some shady dealings in the medical field (after all, that was the secret to your family’s wealth). What if he was targeted next?

Squaring your shoulders once you’d reached the task force’s HQ, you entered the building, determined to break up with him.

——

“No,”Light said calmly in the privacy of his designated bedroom. Well, as private as it could get with L watching them through cameras. The little freak. At least there was no sound.

“What?”You spluttered, fidgeting with the hem of your blazer. “If things just aren’t working out, we can’t force it.”

Light smiled serenely at you before pushing you down onto your back gently onto the bed, looming over you. To any onlookers, it seemed like you were getting intimate with how close he was to your face. In reality, he was hiding you both from the cameras. He knew L could read lips.

“You were always a bad liar,”Light hummed, pressing a kiss to your jaw that had your belly doing flips. “I know you touched the note. I know Ryuk blabbed. You’re trying to weasel your way out — after all you learnt from daddy. How is your old man anyway? His heart's good?”

You could feel your heart sink at the subtle threat. Your voice died in your throat.

“I chose you for a reason. No one else. I’m building this world for us yet you’re ungrateful. If you’re being led astray, I'll put you in line, little lamb,” Light murmured. “I’ll make you see God in my eyes just like I see God in you."

Light knew you'd figure it out one day. You were too smart not to. You both were close - closer than most people due to being born in the same ward together, your mothers being friends. Of course you two became friends naturally, knowing each other so well to the point either of you could guess what the other was thinking before it was verbalised.

Of course, your friendship blossomed into romance since your Second Year in high school and you've never wavered ever since.

Until now.

Everyone else didn't know Light like you did. Hence why they didn't catch on to the subtle yet jarring changes in the brunet. The Light you knew was righteous, charming and even a bit stuck up due to his smarts, he meant well. The Light you were faced with was like a mockery of the real thing, a pantomime of the man you adored.

Whenever the news came on and criminals were announced, Light would always stare at the screen before getting all touchy, kissing you and whispering about how he'd protect you. Initially, you'd thought it was just Light being odd, but whenever you'd hung out with your friends, they always seemed to get into fatal accidents, with Light always present to press rough kisses to your neck as you grieved.

It didn't take long to put two and two together to figure out your boyfriend was Kira. You knew it was stupid to confront him the moment his amber eyes met yours when you arrived in his dorm. That shit eating grin on his face told you everything before you spoke.

Light knew you knew the truth and frankly, he didn't give a fuck.

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